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It’s probably not surprising that, much like the Avatar, there’d be another one of these eventually, right?
Just when you thought it was gone forever, WTFAW is back, with one halfway decent theory and one flat out insane one. I guess that is TECHNICALLY balance, isn't it? Read, share and enjoy :D
Innamorata, A Fallout: New Vegas story. Part 1: Cards on the Table
The five sat in silence. Two of them, a young woman with bright red hair, and a ghoul in a worn vaquero outfit, were glaring at each other, with the other three studying their expressions. There was a tension in the air, as time seemed to stand still.
Finally, the woman smirked, and spoke up. “Fine, I'll call. Lemme see what you got, old timer.”
Raul leaned back and turned over the cards in his hand. “I got three tens” His voice was calm, but confident. Rose of Sharon Cassidy scowled and throw down her cards. “God damnit. I had Jacks and tens!” She took a sip from the bottle of whiskey next to her, not bothering with a glass, before giving a laugh. “You're one lucky old bastard, you know that?”
The ghoul chuckled and started gathering the chips in front of him. “You don't get to be my age just by being lucky, Cass. It's nice to know I still got my poker face, even if half of it is falling off.”
Next to him, Veronica looked at her own modest pile of chips. “That's the fifth hand in a row that I haven't had anything decent. Are you sure that deck is complete, Arcade?”
Arcade rolled his eyes, gathering up the cards. “For the third time, yes. This isn't some piecemeal caravan deck. It's a full, untouched deck from before the war.”
Next to him, Boone reclined in his chair. “Your problem is you got a lousy poker-face, Veronica” he said calmly.
Veronica gave him an indignant look. “That's easy for you to say. You're used to sitting motionless. I can't help being a lively and vibrant person. It's what makes me so lovable.” She grinned and rose to her feet and did a dramatic twirl, her dress flowing around her.
Arcade laughed “Of course it is. But it doesn't make you any better at poker. Anyway, how about we take a break. I need something to drink.” He put the deck on the table and walked over to the bar.
Cass took another sip from the whiskey bottle. “Don't worry, Veronica. Maybe blackjack is more your game. Or roulette. Just think, once this place opens up properly, you might find all sorts of other games to lose caps at.” She laughed, and looked around the empty casino floor of the Lucky 38. “Speaking of, have you heard anything more about when that's happening, Arcade?”
Arcade looked over his shoulder, and gave a shrug “Not entirely sure. Jack's apparently been asking around the other casinos for replacement parts to repair the slot machines.”
“Yeah, and in the meantime, he's asked me to do what I can to repair them without spare parts” Raul said, rising to his feet, stretching his arms. “But there's only so much you can do with stuff that's two centuries old. Trust me, I should know.” He chuckled again at the self-deprecation. “Why's he so keen on getting this place open anyways?”
Arcade picked up a bottle from the bar, opened it and gave it a quick smell, before pouring the contents into a glass. “Maybe he just wants steady flow of caps. Or he's decided to try what it's like to have a job?”
Cass let out a laugh “Jack, with a job? No way. My guess is, he just wants to have at least one casino in Vegas where he's actually able to gamble!”
Veronica nodded “Yeah, it must be annoying. Talk about being a victim of your own success. Imagine being so good at gambling, you get cut off from five different casinos.”
Boone took a sip of from a beer bottle, before speaking “Actually, it's six casinos.”
“What?” Arcade turned around. “Don't tell me he got banned from Vault 21 too?”
Boone shook his head “No, he won't gamble there. He's too fond of Sarah to risk getting kicked out.”
“OK, but...” Veronica said “he's gotten banned from gambling at the Vicki and Vance, the Wrangler, The Tops, Gommorrah and the Ultra-Luxe. That's five casinos.”
“And the Sierra Madre” Boone said, matter-of-factly.
Veronica gave an exasperated laugh. “Oh, come on, don't you start. You know he just made that up, right? The Sierra Madre isn't real.”
Boone, however, was completely unmoved. “No, he did not make that up. He's been there.”
Veronica gave him the same look you'd give a young child who insists the moon is made of cheese. “Listen, Craig. I know it's hard to hear, but sometimes, Jack does just make stuff up for fun. Just because he's convincing doesn't mean what he says is true, no matter how believable he-”
“He's right, Veronica.” Cass said, putting down her bottle. “Jack has absolutely been to the Sierra Madre.”
Veronica turned to look at her. “How do you know?” “A while back, Craig and I were doing a caravan run down the long 15. We came across another trader, who'd found a swanky old radio. Some real fancy piece. Almost looked like a piece of furniture. The guy said it was made for some pre-war businessman named Sinclair, the same guy they say built the Sierra Madre casino.”
Veronica crossed her arms. “They say, huh? Well, that proves it, I guess.” she laughed “I mean, you found a radio. How does that prove Jack's been to the Sierra Madre?”
Cass took a deep breath. “I thought the same thing as you. In fact, I bought the radio specifically because I didn't believe what Jack said. We brought it back here to the Lucky 38, because we figured we'd catch him out. Show him the radio, and then tell him where it was from. Simple as that.”
Veronica leaned forward, suddenly curious “So... what happened?”
“We took it up to the penthouse, set it up, and then we waited. Finally, Jack got back from... well, whatever he was doing, and we turned the radio on. Thing is, the wiring must have corroded, because instead of music, it just started sending out garbled static.”
Veronica laughed “Aha. so not quite the gotcha you expected. But still, that doesn't prove anything.”
She looked from Cass to Boone, her laugh dying on her lips, seeing their expressions. Neither were even smiling, and instead looked deadly serious, as if remembering something unpleasant. “Wait, what happened?” There was a short, frigid pause
“He shot it” Boone said.
Veronica raised an eyebrow “He... shot it? He shot the radio?”
Cass nodded. “He walked into the penthouse, heard the static, took one look at the radio... and then pulled his rifle and shot it. Not just once, either. He emptied six bullets into the thing. There was nothing left but splinters and broken electronics when he was finished.”
Veronica shrugged “OK, so he shot the radio. So what?”
Cass took another sip from her bottle. “You weren't there, Veronica. You didn't see his face. This wasn't him angry or embarrassed, or destroying evidence of him lying.”
Raul and Arcade were both listening intently, any thought of returning to the game forgotten. Veronica swallowed and finally spoke. “What... what was it, then?”
Cass looked her in the eyes, and spoke slowly. “It was fear. Jack was absolutely terrified.”
Veronica gave a nervous laugh. “You're kidding, right? I've seen Jack go hunting deathclaws for fun. I've seen him wrestle with lakelurks and give pets to nightstalkers like they were puppies. I have literally watched him stab a cazador to death with a combat knife, while its stinger was embedded in his stomach, and he was laughing while he did it. You can't tell me that-”
“I AM telling you." Cass cut her off "That radio was from the Sierra Madre. Jack recognized it, and hearing it scared the hell out of him.”
The casino floor was silent, but in a far more uncomfortable way than normal, the gravity of Cass' words pressing down on all of them. Finally, Raul spoke up, asking the question that was on everyone's mind..
“So... what happened at the Sierra Madre, then? Did he say anything?”
Cass gave a resigned shrug. “He was pretty shaken up, and didn't give details. He said he was brought there by force... He said he gambled, and won the jackpot. Other than that, he didn't want to talk about it.”
“Whatever happened there, it was real bad” Boone said, his voice quiet, but with a bitter tone. “I've seen that kind of look before. Usually among troopers who've dealt with fiends like Violet or Cook-Cook, or who were at Bitter Springs.” He tapped his fingers on the table, visibly frustrated. “I really wish I'd been there. I haven't always seen eye to eye with Jack, but it pisses me off that he would have to go through it alone, whatever it was.”
Cass turned to look at him. “I know the feeling. I did try talking with him about it again. It was about a week or two later, but... well, even then he sure as hell wouldn't do it sober.” She let out a mirthless laugh “Anyway, he did mention that he wasn't the only one there.”
Arcade walked up to Veronica, handing her a glass of wine. “Well, that's good. Talking about stuff like that can be really helpful. So... what else did he say?”
Cass scratched her head. “Honestly, just getting that much out of him was like pulling teeth, and I wasn't exactly sober myself. Let's see... There was a nightkin... or two? It wasn't entirely clear. Then there was a ghoul pre-war singer, and a woman. Oh!” her face lit up, and she looked at Veronica “Apparently, she was also from the Brotherhood of Steel.”
Veronica looked up “Really? I knew some people in the Brotherhood speculated about the Sierra Madre, about the stories of it surviving the Great War. Some believed it more than others, but I never thought anyone would actually go looking for it.”
Cass shrugged again “Well, this Christine lady was apparently not there for the casino. She was there looking for some other Brotherhood bigshot. Emil or Elias or-”
There was a loud crash of glass shattering, and Cass looked up in surprise. Veronica had dropped her wine glass, and the content had splashed onto her cream coloured dress. Her eyes wide in shock, and her mouth was moving without making a sound. Finally, the tiniest whisper escaped past her lips.
“Elijah...?”
Cass blinked at hearing the name. “Yeah... Yeah, that was it. Elijah. You know who that is?”
Arcade took a careful step forward “Veronica, are you alright?”
Veronica looked around at the other four, her eyes finally locking on Cass. “You said her name was Christine. Are you sure about that?”
“Yeah, I'm sure that was it. But what's so special about-”
There was a sudden shift in Veronica's expression, from shock to something... else. It was weirdly calm, but in a very uncomfortable way. “Excuse me. I need to go see Jack” she said, and walked past Cass, heading towards the elevator.
Cass watched her, puzzled, and Arcade took a step after her, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked turned and saw Raul, shaking his head. “Let her go, Arcade. I know that look. This is personal.”
Arcade opened his mouth to object, but stopped at seeing Boone's looking at him with the same expression of understanding. He finally sighed and sat down at the table again, and began shuffling the cards. “Alright” he said, trying to break the tension in the room. “Let's get back to the game. It's 10 caps to open”. Raul nodded and returned to his seat.
Cass watched as Veronica turned the corner of the central pillar of the casino, and heard the elevator door open and close. She was silent for a moment, before turning back to the table, sitting down and taking a big swig from the whiskey bottle. “10 caps. Deal me in.”
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